March 01, 2004


I slide the knife
Across my wrist
Making a line of red
A perfect line so straight
And then it runs down my arm
Causing streaks and drip drops
The dark red stains my pale skin
Reminds me of everything
Reminds me of you.
I bleed into your soul
My blood running cold and sore
My eyes watching and waiting
I wait for you to notice me
Wanting you to hold me
To set me free from my misery
I am counting on you to be
My life and love and sanctuary.
I need a new dream
Please just hear me scream
Don't run and hide again
I need you here to be my friend
Watch my blood run down my arm
Watch it drip drip all alone
Staining my arm and the floor
I am like my blood,
Stained and all alone on the floor.

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